romance between my characters is guaranteed to scorch your page and tingle your
. . . uh . . . senses!
Sheri Fredricks and I write Modern Mythic Romance.
mythological romance—centaurs, wood nymphs, trolls, etc. —and they live in
Narnia crossed with the Black Dagger Brotherhood boys.
hot, the females are sexy. And guess what, gang? You can ride the centaurs! Take
that however you’d like <grin!>
foremost, my stories are about love. How true love deserves fighting for. Never
given up on, and always a Happily Ever After.
you away to a mythic world that might exist…
appetites who have a dash of vulnerability…
the power to make you gasp…
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Remedy Maker: Buy Link
is a remedy maker who needs his own healing.
his cures. War and posttraumatic stress disorder has broken his spirit, preventing
him from finding true happiness. Then a direct order from the queen to
investigate an uprising forces him out of his secluded cabin at the edge of the
Wood Nymph who works as a mediator to ensure harmony
within the Nymph sector.
stream that feeds the taproot tree of her heart is slowly killing her. Resigned
to the fact she will not live long, she sets out to discover the mysterious
disappearance of her sister. Experience has taught her to deny herself the love
of a male, but the gruff Centaur is different. He doesn’t push his expectations
on her, only his healing nature.
grip on reality, he believes his inability to control his disorder will drive
Patience away. Nevertheless, desire flares, and Patience draws him close.
Kidnapping and betrayal turn their mythic joint venture into a deadly bout.
and a slender exposed arm. He checked for broken bones, noting her supple skin
and a clean woodsy scent.
It had a diagonal cut neckline with tiny puff sleeves, pink and soft. Created
from the same material, a short skirt flared, and was embroidered with
time. He repeated the examination of her other arm. Tension curled tighter in
his gut, suspicion spread like spilled wine.
from her smooth décolletage, sucked in a short breath, and froze.
higher and leaned over for a better view.
darker than her natural color marred the creamy complexion. The millennia old
skin formation carved its way into his painful memories. It started behind her
ear, an inch wide at the hairline, and extended to the other side.
hide his revulsion. “Wood Nymph.”